Mythology Hecate Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

, Briseis states. "Her main job is to intercede between werewolves and the goddess and pass instructions given to her, although she posses some powers", she continues to explain. "She isn't too involved in sorcery like me. Unlike her, i am a witch and a direct messenger of hecate, the goddess of witchcraft". "Oh", Annaliese says paying rapt attention. "Selene only revealed the prophecy to Agatha but Hecate revealed the truth about your eyes to me so Agatha told me to tell you instead".

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

She lifted her eyes to the heavens and said, “Why didn’t the Goddess prevent such an abomination from being created? He makes a whole powerful sorceress like me so weak!” “Get a grip on yourself, Thelma. Yes, he’s a Dark Blood. But the goddess who made his kind is the same one who made the IVYs. If the history says an Ivy’s scent can still be picked, then surely that Dark Blood can be fished out as well. We just need to find a way.” “It sounds easy to say my Queen, but it’s not,” Thelma said, standing against my statement. “Any creature that comes from Goddess Hecate is nothing but bad news. You have only heard about the history of the Ivys but never faced one before. I have seen one, and I

Hecate said as she came to a stop just a few steps up from where Leto was. "Influenced, you say." Leto repeated. "How so?" She asked the Goddess while she turned back toward the sea. As the sky continue to clear up, the reds and oranges faded away into a gentle blue with scattered clouds in the sky. "By one of my own." Hecate admitted. She noticed Leto's brow raise ever so slightly. "I lost a child to the Dark Arts and will not return home." "Dark Arts?" Leto peered over at her. "Necromancy?" Hecate gave a small nod. "That is troubling."

It was almost not noticeable due to how tiny it was on the map, but people often visited it for tourism purposes and its beautiful history. The structure had been there for twenty decades, where the people of Sechester often worshipped their deity, the goddess Hecate. Hecate was known to be the chief goddess in charge of magic and spells. She was the Greek goddess of witchcraft, necromancy, ghosts, the night, and the moon. Kira passed by two pillars erected for the goddess in front of the temple- they were known to wade off evil. She yanked the torch nearby and tossed it towards a chandelier nearby.

“Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.” Elara closed her eyes. For the first time, she did not deny. She did not flee. She accepted. The flames wrapped around her, and the ruins trembled with awakening power. ---

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

In a time when all three races lived together as one and the Lycans ruled the realm, there was a prince. He was Hekate, and he was heir to the throne. It is said that Hekate was born on the night of the blood moon. Cursed, they called him. Strange, they said. A bad omen, they named him. The Moon Goddess’s priestess had taken one look at him and had told the King and Queen that he would bring destruction upon the realm. He would be better off dead as a child.

Theia comments, distracting me from my thoughts. “How so?” I ask. “What of Hecate? Why not mention her role?” Theia responds bored. “Hecate? Isn’t she the three faced Goddess? Why would a wolf call out to her?” I ask unsure of the connection. “The witches follow her.” Theia responds. “Last I checked, no one in the story is a witch.” I say rolling my eyes. “Then you don’t know the story.” Theia says, yawning.